Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 809

"I... I'm not unhappy about it... it's just... so sudden, I can hardly believe it..." Good things like this never happened to people like him.

Mamie grinned. "So, does that mean you're saying yes?"

Carlson hesitated, still in disbelief. "Are you sure this is really okay?"

Roseanne nodded. "Absolutely. As soon as Professor Payne read about what happened to you online, she contacted me right away. She even flew back from abroad just for you."

Madeleine Payne's exact words had been: Carlson's had it tough. I want to give him a hand.

Carlson's eyes shimmered with tears. "...I'd be honored. Thank you, Ms. Payne." "Tomorrow afternoon, she's invited you over to her house for dinner."

Carlson looked panicked. "Is that... really all right?"

Edna had invited him out to eat before, but always to some restaurant. There had been a few times she'd asked him to her place, but only to help carry packages or clean the house. It wasn't until he started publishing papers that Edna had stopped giving him odd jobs to do.

Mamie looked at him, amused. "Why wouldn't it be all right? Caley and I have been to her place plenty of times. Her housekeeper cooks the most amazing food -wait till you try her roast pork and her fried chicken... honestly, you'll understand after you've tasted it."

managed a

important thing is to make sure you graduate in June. After that, if you're interested in staying on for your doctorate, you can

wouldn't take any more grad students, she's making an exception for you. You'll transfer to her group, and if you decide to continue for a

out and work instead, she'll

path for Carlson

you so much." His voice was thick with

Roseanne said, deciding to get everything out at once. "I spent a few days reading through both your published papers and the ones Edna plagiarized.4 realized something I have

Carlson blinked. "What?"

"You're incredibly talented."

from a fărming town with no connections or resources, who'd gotten into Kingswell University through nothing but his own hard work. In just two or three years, he'd learned enough to publish on his own, create his own research projects,

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from a tattered book bought at a flea market, and somehow becoming one of the best fighters in

couldn't explain it-Carlson clearly had rare talent. Left to fend for himself under Edna, he'd somehow

saying in academia: hard work sets the floor, but

almost as if he was wondering